Monarch of the Wood, I have seen your chair
Why was it that you were not there?
Is it that your realm invasion faces
With plastic, and filth in your precious places?
Have you gone – your lands to defend?
Shall you return at the battle’s end?
Or shall we weep that you have fled the place?
Please say, I pray, that’s not the case
Padre
“I don’t know,” the contractor said looking at the damage. “That’s three times in the last two months. Are you sure you want me to fix it again?”
It’s the principle of the thing,” the councillor replied.
“If you say so. I’ll have my guys start in the morning.”
“Very much appreciated,” the official said. “Try a heavier gauge this time.”
“Okay, but I still don’t think it’s going to make much difference to that Sasquatch.”
Padre
House divine you tower imposing and grand
A tribute to God and of the devotion of man
Your workmanship full of inspiration
And your vaults echo with praise and exaltation
How many prayers have your stones reflected
Upwards to God to be enacted – effected?
You are so much more that a landmark or museum
You are the expression of holy motivation
Padre
https://crispinakemp.com/2021/10/20/crimsons-creative-challenge-154/
Oskar and Jan stood where the pathway dead-ended and opened the scroll. Jan began to translate the ancient text aloud:
“Brave Adventurer,
If you are at this point, it must be the 12th of August. Leave the woodland and pass through the screen of tall grass and enter the field beyond. At the centre of the field you will find a standing stone. At precisely 2PM walk to the end of the stone’s shadow and dig two metres down. You will find a clay jar which contains a key. On the opposite side of the field you will find three gates. Open the lefthand gate with the key and you will find a stone chest. Open this chest and remove a further key from it. Return to the stone and at 3:30PM dig at the limit of its shadow. There you will find a chest, open it with the key and all will be revealed.
Good luck, Adventurer.”
The pair followed the instructions, and in the chest they found a note:
“Return all to the way you found it, and place your quest scroll under a table at the nearest inn. Well done brave Adventurer. You will receive your reward from the barman.”
The pair again followed the instructions, and at the inn they received a voucher for 10% off their next quest. The fantasy world isn’t what it used to be.
Padre
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #144
The road pleasant dappled in shade
The path easy, level; good time to be made
And thus the road to us beckons
What lessons and adventures may lie in store?
What things will we do to enhance our lore,
On this beckoning road?
One foot before the other, and so we go
Waiting for destiny to make its show
As the road beckons and calls
Padre
I have come to pay a visit
To fill you in on things
I know that you will listen
To the news that I bring
You will not interrupt me
You were always good that way
I will share with you the latest
Then visit again another day
Someday I know you’ll answer
When we meet again face to face
But for now its good to be near you
Even in this place
Padre
Is this George H’s coming of the sun?
Or is it the sign the rains have just begun
Coming or going – who is to say?
I guess we will need to wait and watch the sky today
2021 has been odd in East Anglia weeks of drought-like conditions followed by day after day of rain. We then had another dry spell with thunderstorms predicted for tonight and daily rain for the next week.
Padre
It wasn’t exactly like he rode into the sunset in the west, but he certainly rode away. As I sat on a rural roadway with a flat tyre and no spare or phone signal, I was approached by a mounted masked man (well it is the age of Covid) and what I could only assume was his trusty side-kick. He rode down the lane and ascertaining my plight said he would send help from the nearest village. Sure enough about a half hour later a recovery vehicle from the village garage arrived. In the end I was left with the lingering question: “Who was that masked-man, I wanted to thank him?”
Padre
“What are we looking for?” Poppy asked.
“Yarmy,” Kayleigh replied.
“Yarmy?”
“Yes, it’s a sea creature, kinda like Nessy, but only found here in the waters near Great Yarmouth.”
“I’ve never heard of it,” Poppy said as she began fiddling with her camera.
“That’s because we haven’t discovered it yet, but we’re going to be famous.”
Padre
“No man is an island,”
At least that’s what they say
But an island can be a rock
Or a mound of clay
Standing above the waters’ flow
Not letting the current sway
It will claim its own sovereignty
And in its place will stay
Padre
Padre's Ramblings 